Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.